Ups and downs
Feb. 14th, 2006 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ksmithThat 2000+ word production the other day proved a peak. Since then it's been 500 words, 900, 700.
The doggone dog is gone. After I made the Big Decision concerning said animal, I realized its continued presence in the story served no purpose. So, bye-bye puppy. I have an idea for another story in which a dog's presence makes sense, so we'll save it for that.
The snippet I posted a few days ago has changed. Instead of Niall saying those words to Torin, Shroud now speaks them. Niall is off doing something else.
We're in the final sequence of chapters. How many? Who knows, but we are in the ultimate location--Jani and crew have arrived at Rauta Sheraa and all is wrong with the world. Much happens, with lots of crosscut scenes. Timing in places will be a stone bitch.
And I need to dig out the first aid books and look up abdominal injuries.
Hey, look, another snippet. The "He" in the first para is Torin. Shroud gives voice to old words.
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He paced a tight circle, waited for someone to say something--
--then stopped and turned to find two men and one hybrid glaring at him with varying degrees of disgust. "What?"
"Mister Smooth." Pascal reached out and thumped him on the shoulder, then walked out of the alcove.
Shroud started after him, then paused in front of Torin. "Someday, you're going to learn the difference between intelligence and wisdom, and in between now and then I predict that you will get the shit kicked out of you at least once."
Torin looked into strange eyes, so pale against pale skin. So cold. "I didn’t say anything wrong." He turned to track Shroud as he strode out of the alcove. "Stop gigging me for not knowing the rules when I have no way of knowing what they are!"
"Why should you get a break?" Parini took Shroud's place at his shoulder. "Neither of us ever has." He jerked his thumb toward the cabin door. "She sure as hell hasn't." Every trace of humor had left him, every game smile and attempt at a joke, leaving only the exhaustion and the anger and an undercurrent of something made of tears. "There are no rules at this level, you make it up as you go. You pay the price when you're wrong, and you carry the debt for the rest of your life." He leaned close, the "nice one," the killing light in his eyes making you wonder how anyone could have ever thought him so. "Deal with it." He walked off, his step soft upon the floor, like the animal he'd revealed himself to be.
The doggone dog is gone. After I made the Big Decision concerning said animal, I realized its continued presence in the story served no purpose. So, bye-bye puppy. I have an idea for another story in which a dog's presence makes sense, so we'll save it for that.
The snippet I posted a few days ago has changed. Instead of Niall saying those words to Torin, Shroud now speaks them. Niall is off doing something else.
We're in the final sequence of chapters. How many? Who knows, but we are in the ultimate location--Jani and crew have arrived at Rauta Sheraa and all is wrong with the world. Much happens, with lots of crosscut scenes. Timing in places will be a stone bitch.
And I need to dig out the first aid books and look up abdominal injuries.
Hey, look, another snippet. The "He" in the first para is Torin. Shroud gives voice to old words.
*****************
He paced a tight circle, waited for someone to say something--
--then stopped and turned to find two men and one hybrid glaring at him with varying degrees of disgust. "What?"
"Mister Smooth." Pascal reached out and thumped him on the shoulder, then walked out of the alcove.
Shroud started after him, then paused in front of Torin. "Someday, you're going to learn the difference between intelligence and wisdom, and in between now and then I predict that you will get the shit kicked out of you at least once."
Torin looked into strange eyes, so pale against pale skin. So cold. "I didn’t say anything wrong." He turned to track Shroud as he strode out of the alcove. "Stop gigging me for not knowing the rules when I have no way of knowing what they are!"
"Why should you get a break?" Parini took Shroud's place at his shoulder. "Neither of us ever has." He jerked his thumb toward the cabin door. "She sure as hell hasn't." Every trace of humor had left him, every game smile and attempt at a joke, leaving only the exhaustion and the anger and an undercurrent of something made of tears. "There are no rules at this level, you make it up as you go. You pay the price when you're wrong, and you carry the debt for the rest of your life." He leaned close, the "nice one," the killing light in his eyes making you wonder how anyone could have ever thought him so. "Deal with it." He walked off, his step soft upon the floor, like the animal he'd revealed himself to be.
